I am back in the world of internet access, sorry for the pause, but a man’s gotta work. We went out West and did some flying for a bit, but I am happy to be back up on my mountain.
OK, so, I hate to be a party pooper … but there is no gold at the end of a rainbow. You probably all remember this from 7th grade science class, I on the other hand, do not. As I flew toward my pot of gold the rainbow morphed into a circle and then traveled with me through the rainstorm. It’s really difficult to find the end of a circle and I had no luck doing so. I still think this was one of the finest rainbows I have ever experienced and maybe it all depends on your definition of gold, because this is one beautiful valley.